Voicemail

[whitedeathpod]

You've reached John! I'm currently building the ultimate Hut of Love so I'm not here! Leave your message and, as soon as the Hut of Love is complete, I'll call you back!

Viva Le Hut of Love!

[Old voicemail post is here]

Comments

[can_be_more]

"It's me. There was a situation."

[whitedeathpod]

"What kind of situation? Where are you? I got dinner!"

[can_be_more]

"The trooper station."

[whitedeathpod]

"What're you doing there?"

[izzyalienqueen]

"John, it's Isabel. I just heard radio. Scorpius was in town? How are you? If I can do anything, let me know okay?"

[sith_happened]

"Crichton? It's Skywalker. I'm in the clinic with Rory right now and she said you put her here. I'm waiting for a damned good explanation why I shouldn't make your face look like hers right now. Call me back. Immediately."

[auroryborealis]

"John John John John John hi it's Rory I'm at a party an' boys are stupid an' so are schools sometimes you know I bet Brown is run by a stupid boy 'cause that'd 'splain EVERYTHING an' I've been drinking but shhhhhhh issa sekrit an' I have umbrellies but I'M NOT SHARING an' I promise I won' be hungover on Sunday for the thingy okay bye!"

[multi_madrox]

Sometime in the day a letter arrives for John with a crayon drawing of a guy with red sunglasses shooting what appears to be laser beams from his eyes.

Dear Charlie,

You don't know me but I'm a friend of Jamie Madrox. Today he's going to be absorbed by his original self if you don't help him. If you do then you might want to gather your friends and head out to the campground this afternoon to stop it.

Love,

Layla Miller

PS: Stickbugs forever!